Daffodils...

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 

A dusty road, forever close to my heart
Eyes closed, I cherish those moments much
Then have no end and have no start
The Lovely Smile, the Endearing Touch


The first stanza is from Daffodils by William Wordsworth.


Love.
Govind. 1-7-2011. 
I left for Mumbai on this very date last year. Times have changed and with 'self has changed me too.